All language subtitles for Sister Boniface Mysteries S01E07 - Dem Bones 720P x264 RB58

-[birds singing]
-[dog barking]

[bright playful music]

-It's tilting, it's tilting!
-Let's deal with it.

-Got it?
-Yes, now I've got it.

-Don't wanna drop it!
-Not going to drop it.

-[barrel clattering]
-[playful music continues]

-You're veering, Sister.
-Oh!

-You're veering!
-Oh!

-[birds singing]
-[tense music]

[grunts] Hey.

[Ted chuckles]

Very good, yeah.

[both chuckle]

[playfully tense
music continues]

[people chattering indistinctly]

-[intense overlapping chatter]
-To be careful.

It's Edie, would you
just please calm down.

-Say froid!
-[camera shutter clicks]

That's it, cradle
him with pride.

[camera shutter clicks]

-Brutus!
-[overlapping chatter]

-Brutus!
-[overlapping chatter]

Madam Ruth, everything okay
there, is it all right?

-Good, please, just...
-[Brutus sprinkling pee]

Brutus!

Brutus no!

[playfully tense
music continues]

-[grunts] You're mint?
-Yeah.

-[grunts] Arthur!
-Sisters.

Wellington's squeaky clean.

That [mumbles] came
from the farm shop.

[playfully tense
music continues]

[people chattering indistinctly]

-[finger tapping]
-[microphone squeals]

A quick reminder of the rules.

Each entrant may
submit one marrow only.

Entrants must be in
attendance for the weighing

to be eligible to win.

-There can only be one winner.
-[camera shutter clicks]

-Frank.
-Button.

Entries must've been grown by
the entrant, him or herself.

-[bird calling]
-[birds chirping]

And last, but by no means least

the judge's decision is final!

No arguments, we don't want
to repeat of last year.

[birds chirping]

[Brutus panting]

Brutus, there you are.

The real value of today is
not in winning or losing,

but in promoting a good old
fashioned community spirit.

In one generation teaching
valuable skills to the next.

[Brutus panting]

What have you got?

Drop.

And with so many
children in attendance,

it really is fun
for all of family.

-[tense music]
-[Ruth screams]

[Sister Boniface
Mysteries theme music]

-[soft instrumental music]
-[camera shutter clicks]

[camera shutter clicks]

This is all I'm at liberty
to say at this time.

[grunts] Well can I at
least get a picture?

No!

Please leave, thank you.

[camera shutter clicks]

Well, he's definitely dead.

In fact,

I'd say he's positively ancient.

How ancient?

Well, that's a question
for an archaeologist.

So not our problem then.

-[mumbles]
-[grunts] What do you think?

We may have stumbled across
a Viking burial ground

right here in Great Slaughter.

Old Raymond perhaps,
even Celtic!

-[epic music]
-[warriors chanting]

[warriors screaming]

Who knows what treasures
may lurk beneath this soil.

We might be standing

on a site of the most
extraordinary scientific

and historical interest! [sighs]

-Yeah, absolutely.
-So well and good,

but what about all marrows?

Now they been harvested
they'll be losing water.

Could that affect their weight?

When will the scales be
returned to the post office?

We're being sabotaged!

Winners should be
party, but I aint.

That's right.

Get the allotments out of
bounds until further notice.

Whatever for?

Apparently they're a site
of archaeological interest.

We won't know until they
ask event excavated.

Excavated?

I'd like to see you
try dig up my plot

when with veggies there.

You surely you won't
dig up the entire site

for the sake of some old
bones and bits broken pottery?

Okay, just to be
clear, this isn't me,

this is the archaeologist.

But this is outrageous,
I won't stand for it.

Hear, hear!

Stand for what?

As chairman of the
allotment committee,

I propose we form an action
group to oppose excavation.

-Who second?
-I'll second.

Those in favour?

Good motion carried.

If there no objections,

I nominate myself as
group coordinator.

Good, well I shall write

to the British
Archaeological Association

and we should get
our MP involved,

perhaps retain a solicitor.

If it comes to it

we may be able to apply
for an injunction, hmm.

-[soft instrumental music]
-[birds chirping]

[footstep pattering]

[glass clinking]

[bones clattering]

[soft instrumental music]

[tense music]

Thank you.

A gin and orange please, Gloria,

and another Sherry
for Miss Thimble.

[sighs] Quite medicinal
she says, for the shock.

[Sam chuckles]

Sorry for shooting
the messenger.

Ah don't worry.

It's your plot isn't it, Miss?

Paignton, Edie Paignton.

Inspector Sam Gillespie.

Oh, I can't believe I've
been growing my dinner

on an ancient grave
all this time.

[sighs] It gives me the willies.

How long have you been up there?

About two years.

My husband left and took
his income with him.

So I had to feed
myself somehow, hmm.

It's very enterprising.

Frank took me under his wing.

If it wasn't for him I probably
would have starved to death.

Nah, I'm sure you would
have figured it out.

You seem very capable.

[chuckles] The veg maybe.

He also gave me a job
in his textiles factory.

Sewing free knickers.

[Sam sighs] To be honest it
turned out to be the best thing

that ever happened
to me not leaving.

Sounds like a real community.

They're all looking
out for each other.

Yeah, it is.

That's what you
have to understand.

The allotments
isn't just a place

where people go to
grow vegetables,

it's home, and we're a family.

If anyone tries to take it away,

I predict that they'll have
quite a fight on their hands.

[soft instrumental music]

What I am supposed to do

if anyone wants to post and
outsize package, I have no idea!

I'm sorry, Mrs. Clam,

but if I make an
exception for you,

I have to make an
exception for everyone.

[phone rings]

Ridiculous,
bureaucratic nonsense.

-[footstep pattering]
-[phone rings]

-What's the prize?
-Hmm?

For growing the biggest
marrow, what do they win?

Glory, Felix, glory.

-[footstep approaching]
-[paper rustling]

-It's for you.
-[Sam clears throat]

Delicious.

[Felix sighs]

[sighs] Hello?

Do you want the good
news or the bad news?

Well, both would be helpful.

Right, well, I managed
to date the bones,

that's the good, by the way,

the bad is they're not as
ancient as they first appear.

Oh, and I know where
this is going, how old?

Two, maybe three years.

I'm afraid this isn't
the scientific discovery

of the century after all.

-It's murder!
-[tense music]

It appears the
body was subjected

to a large amount
of sodium hydroxide,

otherwise known as lye,

otherwise known as caustic soda.

Okay, where would you find
large amounts of that?

Well it has numerous
commercial applications.

It's used the manufacturer of
everything from paper to soap,

in its pure form, it's
actually a highly effective

industrial strength
drain cleaner.

It is also used on
farms and abattoirs

for the disposal of
animal carcasses.

Oh, yes!

This will do nicely.
[clears throat]

Fact, sodium hydroxide
is highly soluble

and when mixed with water,

it will quickly break
the chemical bonds,

which keep fresh intact
in muscle bonded to bone.

In short, it will liquefy a body

leaving any chalky bone holes,

which can be easily give
an impression of age.

It appears this was
applied in a hurry though.

Note how some of the bones
are slightly less affected,

-the skull, for example.
-Hmm.

-Sorry, breakfast?
-No I'm fine, thank you.

[birds chirping]

Any chance of an ID?

Well, I don't think the
dental remains can help,

but I could tell
you their height and
gender if we're lucky.

-Hmm.
-That's about it, I'm afraid.

Look at this,

cardboard and lots of it.

Okay, let's pull the
missing persons files

for the last three years,

let's hope something jumps out.

I'll get this batch of
bones back to the lab.

Yeah, and I'm gonna go
and talk to Ms. Paignton

about this husband
that did a runner.

-[birds chirping]
-[footstep pattering]

WPC Button.

Oh, hello Sarge,
didn't see you there.

What's are you doing here?

Dad sent me to
check on his marrow.

I figured it was okay for
me to cross the cordon.

Oh please, Sarge!

He's put so much work in,

i think that stupid marrow
means more to him than I do.

[sighs] Fine, but I
didn't see you here.

Oh thank you, Sarge.

-[birds chirping]
-[people chanting]

-Save our allotment.
-Save our allotment now.

-Save our allotment.
-Save our allotment now.

-Save our allotment.
-Save our allotment now.

[overlapping chatter]

All right, all right,
you're saving the day.

-Your allotments are safe!
-[Edie sighs]

-And the excavation?
-Cancelled!

However, your allotments
are now a crime scene

and will remain off limits
until further notice!

-[overlapping chatter]
-Crime scene!

That's way, thank you very much.

Come on.

Hey Edie.

-Edie, can I have a word?
-Thank you, follow me out.

[people chattering indistinctly]

Your husband, Ned, wasn't it,

-left about two years ago?
-Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, I wouldn't
mind a word with him.

[sighs] Oh right,
you and me both.

If you find him let me know.

So you haven't had any contact

since he told you
he was leaving?

Didn't even have
the guts to do that,

just wrote a note to say
he was off, that was it?

No forwarding address?

I don't think he wanted
us to stay pen pals.

Did you keep the letter?

[sighs] It's not
the sort of thing

one keeps as a
memento, Inspector?

No, of course.

I'm sorry I can't
be of more help.

Don't worry, we'll
track him down.

-[soft instrumental music]
-[footstep pattering]

[car door open and shuts]

So you stooped to grave robbing?

[chuckles] That's very good.

Although I regard it more
as temporary appropriation.

You asked about cardboard
up on the allotment.

Oh, yes, marvellous!

Yes I was going to reread
"The Murder of Roger Ackroyd,"

for obvious reasons,

but I'm sure this will
be just as thrilling.

Okay.

Oh Sue, the cardboard
technique, it's common, is it?

I'm not sure about common.

A short version is cardboard
and there's large compost

and all these muckers you
can get your hands on.

The cardboard smothers the
weeds while it rots down,

and the muck tracks the
worms, turn it over, job done.

It's ingenious.

Personally, I think
if you're gonna oof

all that muck all
the way up there,

you might as well have
dug it over yourself.

[scoffs] Hitch the ran.

Poor soul, an untimely demise,

and the most unchristian burial.

[sighs] Covered in a tonne
of manure, poor beggar.

[solemn music]

[car door opens]

I'm assuming they're all filed
by dates of disappearance?

What is?

The missing persons record?

Yeah, I'd go with that.

Edie Paignton's plot is
next to your dad, isn't it?

I'm sorry?

Do you know who
had it before her?

No one did, it wasn't even
really a plot as such,

just an abandoned corner.

There was a budge of
Sinclair to let her have it.

What was his objection?

He said it wasn't
regulation size.

Oh, you know what he's like,
never rapper even though

when he has a rule
book for someone.

But she persisted.

Went over his head to the
parish council in the end,

'caused the right old stink.

[soft instrumental music]

[car door opens]

I was trying to do her a favour.

By refusing her.

Well, she didn't know
what she'd be taking on.

She thought she could just
turn up and start growing.

But well, that land had
never been cultivated.

If it wouldn't have been for
Frank's no-dig suggestion,

she'd still been
trying to clear it now.

So the no-dig was Frank's idea.

She was hard to get
anything if it was it.

Thank you.

[soft instrumental music]

-[bottles clanking]
-[car door opens]

[birds chirping]

Work's been slow on account
of how delicate the bones are.

Any idea if it's male or female?

Well, the shape of the pelvis
is usually an indicator,

but as you can see
much of this one's

-crumbled away completely.
-Hmm.

But on the basis
of probabilities,

I'd say they're more likely
to be male than female,

but it's impossible to say
with any absolute certainty

Height?

Between 5 foot 6 and 5 foot 11.

Hmm, it narrows it down.

Oh, but the good news is I've
pieced together the skull,

look at this.

Cause of death, the blow
to the back of the head,

or rather three blows.

-Made with?
-Though, I had no idea.

Yes I appreciate it
that's not much to go on,

but I'm working on it.

Missing persons for
the last three years.

Mm. [clears throat]

So [indistinct]
Walter Sinn, age 46.

No, she turned up.

She ran off with her tennis
coach from Santorini,

if I remember rightly.

That's not mentioned
on the files.

It's all up here.

[Felix clears throat]

Wait what's that,
Yorkshire Police?

They lodged an inquiry

regarding one of
their missing persons.

Apparently, he had business
dealings in Great Slaughter,

-and had spent some time here.
-Sidney Jackson?

No, it doesn't ring a bell.

I requested the full report,

but it was destroyed when their
archive flooded last year.

Okay, well see what
you can dig up on him.

-Mm, no pun intended.
-[Sam chuckles]

Jenny Harsden, age 23,

reported missing by
her father Frank-

Wait, Frank Harsden.

That's Frank from the
allotment, isn't it?

Yeah, he's got the plot
next to Edie Paignton.

[suspenseful dramatic music]

-Right?
-Yeah.

[suspenseful dramatic
music continues]

It's not her.

You seem very sure.

She's in London,

wrote to me a few
months after she left.

Well, you didn't
tell the police?

She's still listed as missing.

You haven't done a very
good job of looking for her

then have you?

Hmm, what did the letter say?

Ah, that she was safe,

and the baby had been
born, a boy apparently.

Do you have an address?

No, somewhere in Peckham.

She didn't want to see me.

Why not?

Look, I know you're just
doing your job, Inspector,

but you're barking
up the wrong tree.

Whoever you found
out on that plot,

it's not my Jenny.

[soft instrumental music]

-[birds chirping]
-[footstep pattering]

Okay, yeah.

-Yeah.
-[phone ringing]

Okay, thank you,
that is very helpful.

-Okay bye, bye.
-What's helpful?

Three years ago, Sidney
Jackson made an application

to buy the allotments
from the council.

He planned to sell the land
to a chain of supermarkets,

but he disappeared before the
final paperwork was signed.

-Did he now?
-[suspenseful dramatic music]

[knife chopping]

Of course, Sinclair was in
charge of the action committee.

That pompous old
twit with no action,

if it kicked him in the goalies.

He's all regulations
this and procedure that.

I mean no offence,

but I tell you, that supermarket

would have been half the
village out of business.

Me included, 200 years
of Buttons Butcher

down the squally.

I can't believe
you never told me.

You were away at police
training college.

I wasn't gonna
bother you with it.

-So what happened?
-Well, he just disappeared.

Do you remember the
last time you saw him?

Oh yeah, it was one of
Sinclair's committee meetings.

"A decision within
10 working days,"

-they said, that's all I know.
-And if they rule against us?

That will be that.

And when can we expect to hear?

Hear up, there they come.

[suspenseful dramatic music]

-[footsteps approaching]
-[door lock clanks]

You're not welcome
here, Jackson?

I thought you'd want
to hear the good news,

decision's through,
appeal denied.

Oh!

I'm signing the land papers
at 9:00 AM tomorrow morning.

I suggest you collect anything
you want to keep before then,

after that, it's
mine. [evil laughter]

-[suspenseful dramatic music]
-[birds chirping]

-[disgruntled mumblings]
-[door clanks]

Never saw him again.

Here, pass us the
greasol bucket, Peg Doll?

[metal bucket clanks]

You didn't wonder what
had happened to him?

Yeah, of course we did.

We weren't going to go
looking for him, were we?

We were just glad it was over.

So you recognise
him then, the body?

It's one of the possibilities
we're exploring.

Yeah, well, good luck if it is.

Swing a cat and
you'll find 10 people

who'll wanna see
the bugger Jackson.

Don't suppose you will
ever find out who did it.

Here, faggots for tea,
Peg Doll, don't be late.

-I'll wait, thanks Dad.
-All right, love.

-[footstep pattering]
-[distant bell tolling]

-Sister.
-Sister.

-[solemn music]
-[distant bell tolling]

-[[birds chirping]
-footstep pattering]

I'm sure I saw one just like it

when I was in here the other...

Aha, note three blows
with one instrument,

but one blow with three.

You're saying this could
be the murder weapon?

We'll have to take it to the
lab for further examination,

but potentially, yes.

[tools clanking]

-Wait here.
-[suspenseful dramatic music]

-[tools clanking]
-[birds chirping]

[tools clanking loudly]

[tools clanking]

Aha!

Ah, yeah Inspector.

Frank, what are you doing here?

You know that the allotments
are out of bounds.

I'm sorry, I just...

I thought I'd left my reading
glasses here, somewhere.

I'm gonna have to
escort you out.

All right, all right.

[sighs] What's this?

You can't possibly think Edie's

got anything to do with this,

-this girl wouldn't harm a fly.
-I'll escort you out.

Yeah, and that won't
tell you anything.

They're 10 a penny.

I got one just like it, myself.

-[birds chirping]
-[door shuts]

-See.
-[bird cawing]

Well perhaps Mr. Harsden,

you'll so kind as to
allow us an examination.

-Well, be my guest.
-Thank you.

I should think there's one of
these in every shed on site.

Right, I'll leave
you to it then.

[birds chirping]

Reading glasses, he
must think I'm an idiot.

He was down here checking
on his bleeding marrow.

If he's worried about
everyone having one of these

and perhaps you could
have a quick peek

in Sinclair's shed before we go.

check all three of them. Oh,
what was that! [bee humming]

What's that, a bee?

-All right, come on.
-Hiss it away.

-Oh no, wait!
-[bee humming]

[callipers clink]

Ah close, but no cigar.

[sighs] You're sure,
none of these match?

I'm afraid not.

But we're on the right
track though, fear not.

These cultivators are
the right shape and size,

and the good news is,

the one we're looking for
will be most distinctive.

One of these prongs

will be just ever so
slightly bent inwards.

There's a good chance that
none of these three did it?

It's a puzzle, isn't it?

[sighs] What's next?

Well, I'm glad you've asked.

So once the bones were
removed from the site,

I collected an additional spit
step for soar from all sides

and underneath, just in case.

-What I'm I looking at?
-Teeth.

Not bad condition either.

I'll put them together
and take an impression,

then check it against
dental records for an ID.

-Will that work?
-Only one way to find out.

[footstep pattering]

No match on the murder weapon.

[sighs] How are you doing?

I've requested Jenny
Harsden's medical records.

If Frank is telling the truth,

there'll be a record
of the pregnancy.

-Excellent!
-[phone ringing]

Any more on Jackson?

His mother no longer resides
at her last own address,

she doesn't appear on
the electoral register,

father unknown, no siblings.

Okay, we'll stay on it.

What about Ned Paignton?

We've drawn up a list
of friends, family,

and business associates,

WPC Button is working
through it now.

Okay good, I'm gonna
stop at another pub,

see if I can coax any useful
information of the locals.

It's also the local single
ladies Bridge night,

if I'm not mistaken.

Ah, happy coincidence Felix.

You know me, duty first.

[suspenseful dramatic music]

[clears throat]

[paper rustling]

[suspenseful dramatic music]

I wonder.

[suspenseful dramatic
music continues]

[clears throat]

[tooth clatters]

[liquid sloshing]

Bingo!

Is that what I think it is?

Well, if what you think it is,

it is the right maxillary
lateral incisor,

then yes it is.

-A gold tooth.
-18 carat.

[soft classical music]

Say hello to Sydney Jackson.

You beauty!

Right now we've got our victim,

we need to widen the net.

Motive, Sinclair was
fighting for the allotment,

but plenty of people
would have been affected

by the supermarket.

It means we need to
find out who had access

to large amounts
of caustic soda,

who knew the allotments
and opportunity...

What's the matter?

This is the break
we've been waiting for.

-I'm...
-Well, spit it out.

[Felix sighs]

This is ridiculous!

I think I'd know if my
own dad was a murderer.

It's just to rule him out.

I'm sure this will
put them in the clear.

[suspenseful dramatic music]

Oh no!

There you go Hester,
regards to your mum.

Will do, thank you, Mr. Button.

All right, Sam [mumbles]

I've got a nice bit of bacon
put aside for you, my friend.

Actually Ted, I'm
gonna have to ask you

to come down a station.

I've used caustic soda years,
it's standard practise.

I saw Ms. Thimble cleaning her
drains with the other week.

You gonna arrest her too?

And I told you, half the
village wanted rid of Jackson,

it's not just me that
stood to lose everything.

I want to believe you Ted, I do,

but it's not that simple.

This is a photograph of
Sidney Jackson's fatal injury,

and this is the implement
which caused it.

Oh then that's
not my cultivator.

But it was found in your
shed, can you explain that?

[sighs] No I can't.

Ted Button, I'm arresting you

for the murder of
Sydney Jackson.

Sam, come on lad.

You're not obliged
to say anything

unless you wish to do so,

but what you say will
be put into writing

and maybe given as evidence.

-[Ted scoffs]
-I'm sorry.

-[sombre music]
-[footstep pattering]

-Open up.
-You can't be serious, sir.

You're making a
terrible mistake.

-[door shuts]
-[Peggy shrugs]

-[sombre music continues]
-[Felix sighs]

-Peggy.
-[sharpener clanking]

-I'm so-
-[sharpener clanking]

[people chattering indistinctly]

-[door creaks]
-[door shuts]

-[phone rings]
-[door shuts]

-[door shuts]
-[Felix sighs]

-[door knock]
-Can we?

Fear not Sergeant we'll
get to the bottom of it.

I was only following the facts.

Yes I know,

and so does WPC Button,
she'll come around.

-Post.
-Thank you!

Eventually.

Jenny Harsden's medical records,

no doubt confirming
Franks theory.

[paper rustling]

Pregnant, just like you said.

[Felix sighs]

[suspenseful dramatic music]

A broken arm, a sprained wrist,
bruised ribs, a black eye?

There's always an excuse,

a slip on the stairs and
an open cupboard door.

So Frank was knocking her out.

No wonder the poor girl

didn't want to
raise her baby here.

And if that's what
you do to her,

what might he do to the man

who got his daughter
pregnant out of wedlock?

I spoke to civil registry office

and I asked them to locate a
copy of the birth certificate.

Oh, drum roll, please!

The father of Jenny Harsden's
baby is, Sidney Jackson!

-Good man, great work!
-[Felix chuckles]

Now there is just
one tiny problem,

we've yet to prove the link

between Mr. Harsden
and the murder weapon.

Well, you better get cracking
'cause I'm bringing him in.

If you have any bright
ideas, Sergeant,

now would be a good
time to mention them.

I do have one.

-I knew you would.
-[Felix laughs]

-[car engine rattling]
-[suspenseful dramatic music]

We've photographed the
contest every year,

and I never destroy a negative.

Don't know when it
might come in handy.

[sighs] Are you going to tell
me what you're looking for?

Confidential police
business, I'm afraid.

Well, then you might
be here for awhile.

-[door opens]
-[footstep pattering]

-[distant typewriter clicking]
-[footstep pattering]

We best get started.

[door opens]

[door shuts]

You never told us
that Sidney Jackson

is the father of Jenny's baby?

You've never asked.

I can't imagine you were too
thrilled to find that out?

Did he offer to marry her?

[scoffs] I wouldn't have her
let him marry that tow rack,

if he was the last man on earth.

No, how far would you
have gone to stop it?

I'm not a violent
man, Inspector.

Really?

So how do you explain
these broken bones

in your daughter's
medical records?

She always was a clumsy girl.

Come on Frank,

if you're man enough to
knock a young girl around,

you should be man
enough to admit it.

[Frank clears throat]

Is this yours?

I told you before these
things are 10 a penny,

they all look alike.

It's subtle, but this one

is actually ever so
slightly bent, just here.

You expect me to know every
knock and dent in my tools.

No one could tell you that.

What if I was to tell you
that this is the cultivator

that killed Sidney Jackson?

I'd ask you where you found it.

Well that's the funny thing,

the person whose
shed we found it in,

none of their
fingerprints were on it.

-No?
-No.

Anybody else's
fingerprints on it?

[breathes deeply] No!

I suppose that's the thing
about gardeners, Inspector.

They tend to wear a glove.

Let's cut to the chase, Frank,

the other day at the allotments,

you weren't looking
for your glasses.

You were switching your
cultivator with Ted's!

And you can prove
that, I suppose.

[breathes deeply]

Dad, I brought you a brew.

Ho, ho, that's my girl!

[slurps coffee] Hmm.

So, reckon there'll be
reopening the allotments soon,

will they?

Well you're not still thinking

about the soddy marrow contest?

Oh, I thought I was in
a good chance this year.

-Wayne's, is this afternoon.
-Oh, that's that then.

You know what Sinclair is like,

someone's got to be there in
person or you're disqualified.

[sighs] All that work!

All that effort for naught.

-All right, fine I'll go.
-That's my good girl.

But you know, I'm sure this
will be cleared up any minute.

And then you can go yourself.

Oh, come on Peg, don't we
both know how it looks.

Go see if they can prove
that cultivator was planted.

Even your Sister Boniface
can't perform miracles.

[door shuts]

[tense music]

It's no use, there's
nothing here.

Not luck here
either, I'm afraid.

I suppose it would have
been rather convenient,

a photograph of the suspect
with the murder we...

Sister?

I need to head back to the lab.

[footstep pattering]

[birds chirping]

43.

43 pounds, 43!

Let's talk about caustic soda.

I understand it's widely
used in the textile industry.

[crowd claps]

[Sinclair] Next
up, Edie Paignton.

[crowd claps]

Is it true, your father
has been arrested?

No!

Yes, but it's been a mistake,
they're sorting it now.

Where's Frank?

[suspenseful music]

Inspector, I've got a
marrow judging to get to,

so unless you've got anything
else, I think we're done here.

-Rhubarb!
-[door opens]

Hello Sam, may we?

Yes.

[door shuts]

You once had a rather
handsome croft of it,

rhubarb that is.

Ted's croft to you looks
rather tiny in comparison,

lovely brassicas though.

-[phone rings]
-[paper rustling]

[sighs] What is she on about?

In and of itself, that
doesn't tell us much,

but you got me thinking

about something that
I read recently.

Fact, rhubarb
thrives best in soil

that has a pH between 6 and 6.5.

Brassicas on the other hand,

prefer their soils
slightly more alkaline,

pH of 7 or above is ideal.

And for the most part it
doesn't make much difference,

most plants will tolerate

a range of growing
conditions by a time.

As you can see, your soil

is actually rather than
much more acidic than Teds,

which is more alkaline.

So?

We tested the soil from the
cultivator in your shed.

We also tested a soil
from the murder weapon

found a Mr. Button's shed.

Which proves
incontrovertibly, I'm afraid,

that the cultivators
was switched.

Good man!

Frank, give it up!

You might as well tell
us what really happened.

[glass shattering]

Oh, was that quite necessary?

Sit down Mr. Harsden!

He was a slimy,
arrogant, little toad!

Looking down his nose at
us, thinking he was better.

-[birds cawing]
-[suspenseful dramatic music]

-Time's up Frank,
-[chain clanking]

everyone else has cleared out.

How's Jenny these days,

-she had her sprog yet?
-What's it to you?

[scoffs] Well nothing.

I told her to get rid,

even bought her the gin.

[scoffs] Silly cow!

You!

Didn't you know, she
couldn't get enough of me.

[laughs]

Now hurry up and get
off my land. [clicks]

-[birds cawing]
-[birds chirping]

[tense music]

-[Frank screams]
-[head thuds]

I did the village of favour.

You find one person around
here sorry he's gone.

Huh, even his own mother
barely looked for him.

You do the honours,

well go and spring Ted.

It would be my pleasure.

Frank Harsden,

I'm arresting you for the
murder of Sidney Thomas Jackson.

You are not obliged
to say anything

unless you wish to do so.

But what you say may
be put into writing

-and given in evidence.
-[door shuts]

[people chattering indistinctly]

-51.
-51 pounds.

51, we have a
winner, Ted Button!

-Come on up, Ted.
-[crowd clapping]

What's this?

Dad's been waylaid,
so he sent me instead.

No, no, no, this wont do at all,

the rules are quite clear,

entrants must be in attendance
to be eligible to win.

No, no, no, I'm sorry, it'll
have to be disqualified.

So the winner is
the next heaviest,

-which is-
-[sirens blaring]

[soft instrumental music]

Oh you won, Dad!

-Come up!
-Yeah!

-[crowd clapping]
-[whooping]

-[Ted jubilating]
-[crowd clapping]

Thank you, thank you everybody!

Can I have a photograph Ted,

and maybe an
exclusive interview?

-Ho, ho.
-[camera shutter clicks]

Thank you, sir.

Oh actually,
Sergeant Livingstone

-was your St. George.
-Managed to saved the day.

Thanks Sarge, I'll
never forget this, ever.

And have you officers

fancy a nice of British
sirloin for tea?

You know where to come.

-Much appreciated Ted.
-[Ted chuckles]

However I'm afraid,
the manual of guidance

prohibits police officers from
accepting unsolicited gifts,

even from satisfied
members of the public.

-Say no no more,
-[camera shutter clicks]

I don't want to get in
trouble on my shift.

Come in for the
photo though, hey!

-[soft instrumental music]
-[camera shutter clicks]

Free sirloin for life.

The Lord giveth and the
Lord taketh away, Sam.

[grunts] Sam.

Say marrow!

-Marrow!
-[camera shutter clicks]

[playfully tense music]

[Sister Boniface
Mysteries theme music]